Not a senior moment

I hate the way I (and maybe you) assume that if you’re over 70 (or maybe 50) every tiny temporary slip of the memory is due to incipient dementia and old age. Senior moment? Never say it, write it or think it. Forgot why you went into the kitchen? That’s just your lovely brain doing the right thing, […]

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Fishing the grid

a small boat floating on a sea of memories words I readily use swim near the surface some words dwell in the darkest deeps every year more nouns and names but I will fight the good fight on the tip of my tongue buyer’s remorse I think slower I’m slowing her down I want to […]

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